My name is Emma, I am a 46 year old divorcee, 5ft 7, blue grey eyes, and brown highlighted hair cut in a bob, 34c and 125lb (ish). I am in good shape for my age, but I now feel the years catching up and for the first time in my life, I feel I should join a gym, just to keep me as toned as I have luckily been all my life. This is the story of me and Rebecca,...
-12- "Please raise your tray tables and seat-backs as we prepare the cabin for landing," the voice intoned from above my head. The swamplands of Louisiana were below us as I scanned the ground underneath us as our plane banked for final approach. An interesting three and a half weeks since Alice left to return home after her meeting. We talked every night;...
This is the forth chapter in the Charlie series. All characters, events, places, and anything else you can think of are figments of my imagination that I put down on paper (metaphorically) for your viewing pleasure. Also, as a side note, no sex this chapter so if that’s what you’re looking for, sorry! -- I woke up briefly. It was like trying to walk throu...
'Wip' they called her—like the word 'whip,' but maybe short for whippet because of her speed—or like the crack of a whip and it's lash, for her intellect and wit—probably all of the above. She sat in her pew and surveyed as she did each Sunday. She took in the sermon and surveyed; and was surveyed. There were many eyes on her—all cloistered; hidden—wanting h...
Intro: This series is based on real life experience, and will probably make more sense if you read the first two :) Several days had passed since the initial night of my submission, and I couldn't get it out of my head. It was like I was perpetually in sub space. Of course, I had things to do. I couldn't be dazing off into space all day, but it took serious...
Standing in front of the mirrored cabinet in the bathroom Jayne looked at herself. Her brown hair messy from a nights sleep, she ran her hands through it, pulling on a few knots. Naked she stood there. 5'7 tall and weighing around 130 she thought of herself as athletic, but she wasn't toned and as she looked at herself she cupped her D-cup breasts. She walk...
Dances to the surging techno beat as simmering spotlights wash over her, blue-white and yellow-pink shining on her skin dark as our species' African womb. She is visible only in flashes of pulsing light and must be assimilated in pieces: camouflage tank top, orange and green capris, stone-shaped shaved head, huge smile and eyes shut tight. Arms gyrating and...
I woke up with a loud bang! on my head. That is, I rolled over to the edge and ungracefully slipped out of the couch, leaving my face flat on the floor. Moaning, I slowly got up, shrugging off the blanket off me. I normally have 4-6 hours of sleep and, trust me, that's a blessing. After my family died, I had 3-4 hours of sleep each night. It's funny what on...
Josie lifted her champagne flute in toast of the fog as it poured over Twin Peaks. A typical San Francisco evening, she mused, and it feels great to be home. Leaning on the railing of her balcony, Josie took a deep breath and smiled at the rich aroma of the flowered trees lining the streets, just as her first guest rang the bell. Three bubbling glasses and...
The rules were quite simple. Two bases – pink and blue across each other in a field, miles away from anywhere. Each base had a team of 50 people training (all women) for "endurance training" or something like that, nobody really was sure, with a few security officers (again all women) to make sure everything was in order. Some days each team trained by thems...